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Father
frowned
.
"
This
is
only
a
dead
animal
,
Jory
,
"
he
said
.
Yet
he
seemed
troubled
.
Snow
crunched
under
his
boots
as
he
moved
around
the
body
.
"
Do
we
know
what
killed
her
?
"
"
There
's
something
in
the
throat
,
"
Robb
told
him
,
proud
to
have
found
the
answer
before
his
father
even
asked
.
"
There
,
just
under
the
jaw
.
"
His
father
knelt
and
groped
under
the
beast
's
head
with
his
hand
.
He
gave
a
yank
and
held
it
up
for
all
to
see
.
A
foot
of
shattered
antler
,
tines
snapped
off
,
all
wet
with
blood
.
A
sudden
silence
descended
over
the
party
.
The
men
looked
at
the
antler
uneasily
,
and
no
one
dared
to
speak
.
Even
Bran
could
sense
their
fear
,
though
he
did
not
understand
.
His
father
tossed
the
antler
to
the
side
and
cleansed
his
hands
in
the
snow
.
"
I
'm
surprised
she
lived
long
enough
to
whelp
,
"
he
said
.
His
voice
broke
the
spell
.
"
Maybe
she
did
n't
,
"
Jory
said
.
"
I
've
heard
tales
...
maybe
the
bitch
was
already
dead
when
the
pups
came
.
"
"
Born
with
the
dead
,
"
another
man
put
in
.
"
Worse
luck
.
"
"
No
matter
,
"
said
Hullen
.
"
They
be
dead
soon
enough
too
.
"
Bran
gave
a
wordless
cry
of
dismay
.
